Phil's eyes open, and he finds himself lying in a condemed buildings doorway. He stands and starts towalk once again. He walks on trying to make some sense of all the shit that is flowing in and out of his mental view. With each step his head throbs. He stops dead in the middle of the sidwalk on which he tread, raises his hands to his skull, and squeezes until the pain stops. His screams echo in this cities dank streets. The pain subsides slightly and he starts to walk some more. As he passes a electronics store, he notices one of the t.vs on display in the window is on and can be viewed. It is showing channel 11, 7:00 news. Shit, it is 7 o'clock. Last thing he knew it was 3. Goddamn. He notices that the news caster was the woman he just saved. He puts his ear to the glass to hear what she says.
" . . . and I would personaly like to thank my brother Phil, for saving my life earlier. Phil, if your watching tank you! This is sally Brent signing out."
His sister?!?
"Ow, Fuck not again!" he hits the ground.
"Phil, Phil are you awake?"
"Yeah I'm up" He says as he wipes the sleep from his slumber crusted eyes.
"Time for school there big man." His mother says with a half coaxed smile.
"Ok, I'm coming I'm coming."
Quickly he gets up and dresses. He had gotten a brand new pair of Levi jeans. They were bit snug but the did fit pretty well. He threw them on followed by a shirt with the cover of "Toys in the Attic" on it. He walks down stairs and begins to eat his breakfast. The tired feeling is only overcome by his excitment and anticipation of the following day. It will be his 17th birthday. His sister gets up from the breakfast table, gives her parents both a small loving kiss on each cheek, and walks out the door, grabbing her backpack on the way out. Phil continues eating his breakfast, he takes a bite from his scrambled eggs, but that pleasure is short lived. He hears a faint scream coming form outside his house. He stands, and looks out the window. He sees a object, what looks like a man, or the back of a man, and its moving all around. Phil lets his curiosity run wild. He opens the door and runs outside. As he gets closer he sees that it is a man on top a of girl, a young girl. He is raping her. Phil grabs a shovel, that was resting nearby on the house, next to the garden which soil has gone dry. The girl lets go a muffled scream as he tears her 12 year old vagina apart to make room for his undersized penis. Her eyes filled with horror and her abdomen filled with flesh. He pounds her, pelvis to pelvis, slowly making her bleed. Her virginal blood all over his throbbing penis. He is loving ever second of her pain. Phil runs over to this hell on earth raises the shovel high above his head, and brings it down with all of his might and all of his hatred and all of his love. The man jolts in pain, his penis still pressed deep with in the genitals of this girl, raping every bit of innocence and dignity that will forever be in the mind of this child. He moves enough to expose the girls face. Phils's sister lays there horror frozen as she is being dephiled. Now furious Phil raises the Shovel again and wails the man in the back of the skull throwing him off of Phils sister, and sending him, irrect penis and all, down to the ground, and uncontious. Phils sister curls up into a fetal position, griping her crouch, and rolling back and forth and sobing quietly. The man lays half naked and his eyes twich in pain. Phil feels no remorse, as he looks back and forth from his sister to this sorry excuse for a human male. The shovel is raised once again, but this time it is brought dwon on its side, as if it were an axe. It comes down, sticking directly into his scrotum. It rises and falls many a time, planting deep with in his flesh each time. The last swing takes his head. The gore is every where. Blood flowing from his trunk, and from the skull. Both flowing like waterfalls, releasing his soul, so it may be toutured in a lesser hell than this mortal coil. The earth is stained with tainted blood. The shovel, that bloody, bloody shovel, saviour of the innocents, executer to the damned, falls to the ground with a ear pounding thump. Phil looks to his sister, with a tear in his eye, he helps her to her feet, taking off his shirt and wrapping her in it. he embrasses her, feeding her, her now depleted feeling of love. He turns his head, looks to his window of his kitchen, sees his parents looking through the window. His parents stand there with gaping jaws, and his mother drops to the ground. He is a hero.
"FUCK!!!" His fist flies through the display case and shatters the t.v. screen. The broken glass tears his arm as i passes through. His head hurts, he is tired and he wants his fucking sanity back.